Left in a mire of sadness, I cannot become myself as I am a remnant of what others think of me.
No longer caring what happens, going through one grueling test after another.
Solidly partaking in nothing but myself through music and writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine, nicely written in few letters of painting, best wishes, sisirachandra vaduge please add a comment for my poem Appologing love recently posted by me thanks.